novalis

You were secretly enamored

With the split backbone of the sex and

Centuries and the love hereafter of feeling alive.

She brushed the clouds and the earth stopped its tumult.

I climbed a ladder to nowhere. And somehow,

Sorrow was not the experience of falling away. I knew what

You…

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Now there is never something that

You can never quite articulate that speaks

Up and down the ladder of vowels and vows

And moves you to assimilate yourself into

The scheme of personal survival. Dreams have

A spongey, almost benign quality. The New

Testament grammars are just as dark as…

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Half of what I said was metaphor.

Quietness, the gift.

The heart asleep.

I drew a circle here: eyeless and strange.

I strapped you in. The moths

Around the house have been hovering —

And we were fearless enough to stay.

God wills us forward, but we are not moving.

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There was no subtlety in the dismemberment:

The landscape was stripped to its skeleton. The

Trees pulled up, the stones tossed into a pond.

No one can endure like this, indefinitely. They

cannot. New longings spring up; old longings

Knock at the door. Are you see this? And if you…

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